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Monday, August 21, 2006

I Hate You

If it please the courtI'd like 2 have the defendant place her hands behind her backSo I can tie her up tight and get into the actThe act of showing her how good it used 2 beI want it 2 be so goodShe falls back in love with me... -- Prince

That's some dynamite sex right there.

That "you've might have a new girlfriend but your dick belongs to me" sex.

That "she don't know where your spots are yet, but I ain't forgot" sex.

That "just think of my pussy as Memory Lane" sex.

That empty, wishful thinking, emotionally-wrought cry in the dark.

Yeah...that bomb shit.

Close your eyesI'm gonna cover your ass with this sheetAnd I want U 2 pump your hips like U used 2And, baby, U better stay on the beatDid U do 2 your other man the same things that U did 2 me?Right now I hate U so much I wanna make love until U seeThat it's killin' me, baby, 2 be without UCuz all I ever wanted 2 do was 2 be with U... -- Prince

Oh yeah...Nina has definitely tried to fuck her way back into a relationship before. When I was younger...

Crying. Pumping. Clutching. Screaming. Clawing.

...at some shit that was better off dead, but that was all I knew. And all that I wanted.

Incredible how our emotions hold us hostage in hostile territory.

Glad I learned that lesson before I gave out any more Hail Mary pussy.

I'm compassionate to a degree towards the homeless.

Long as you keep it respectful, Nina will keep it respectful for you.

But I'm about to mow down this broke wretch who stands on the corner of 13th & H every evening if she knock on my fuckin' window ONE MO' TIME.

Don't fuckin' touch my SHIT. That's where I feel they cross the fuckin' line. DON'T put your hands on or near my shit.

Next time she do it, I'ma take one of her black ashy legs right. Off.

I watched Fantasia's life story on Lifetime this weekend, and yeah, yeah...I know it lacked much in terms of actual thespian workmanship...but was Nina the only one who gained a newfound respect for the big-lip broad?

I didn't know 'tasia was living hard like that. 'tasia was livin' like a straight ghetto gutter bunny, was she not?

7 Comments:

I think I'm the exact opposite...no matter how much I missed someone I do my best to cast them from my mind and erase them from my existence. Oh I listen to some Nina and Sade and drink a little, but I won't ever call or act like I wanted to get their attention in any way. Save for one who broke up with me out of nowhere on new years day after spending a real couplish new years eve. I told her everything she liked, got in, got off, got out and then I erased her.

Hmm, I actually drifted by a replay of that Fantasia mess. Too my utter shock and awe, I happened to catch what I am betting was the best piece of acting she did in that entire movie. That scene when she re-entered her mama's church...well I found new respeck for her. And I got no idea about the rest, 'cuz then I stopped watching. As for sex as tool of rekindling, I ain't familiar, but y'all make it sound like a great way to elevate the sex in a relationship if ever I need to mix things up a bit! HAHAHAH.

And, umm, I stopped acknowledging adult homeless people who beg. Way I see it, I got limited charity resources and if I'ma spend 'em, it's gonna be on someone I'm pretty sure didn't have any input in their situation--kids. Not that all (or even most, necessarily) adult homeless make their own bed, but at least I can be relatively certain that nearly all children didn't. So, uhh, go ahead and steal on that bamma if she puts her fingers in your space again.

About Me

Box? What box? To think outside of the box, I'd have to acknowledge that there IS a box, right? Well. I'm random as hell, what can I say. Get used to it. I love kettle corn, God, Hennessey, silence, men, words, and peppermint patties...not necessarily in that order.